Hank Williams III Quotes

I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money.

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.

I’ve done made a deal with the devil.

Dreaming be damned, this is control. Raping your soul, devil's hole.

So now the devil's in my soul.

My soul is to sell. The dark is too hard to beat 'cause they're calling me.

I had sold my soul for pleasure.

"So you have your price."... "Your soul for a cookie."

I took whatever the devil offered me.

[As they say in the old legends]Before a man goes to the devil himself, he sends plenty of other souls thither.

The devil tryna rip out my soul. Lost my soul. I'll see you in hell. I see the devil linger on, stuck in my hell.

The devil tryna rip out my soul. Lost my soul.

The devil loves 'curing' a small fault by giving you a great one.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

He who sups with the devil had better have a long spoon. The devilry of modernity has its own magic: The [believer] who sups with it will find his spoon getting shorter and shorter--until that last supper in which he is left alone at the table, with no spoon at all and with an empty plate. The devil, one may guess, will by then have gone away to more interesting company.

The spirits, they intoxicate me. I watched them infiltrate my soul. They try to say it's too late for me. Once I was promised absolution, there's only one solution for my sins. And I blame this world, for making a good man evil. Now I ain't getting into heaven, if the devil has his way.

There are like to be short graces where the devil plays host.

Whatever sin the heart of man is most prone to, that the devil will help forward.

I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect-in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condition-I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.

There's not a single thing on offer in this all-too-temporary world for which you should ever sell your soul.

The devil never gave a gift for free.